Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(49)

“I have the utmost respect for you, stepping up for your country and putting your life at risk. Man, I thought firemen had it tough, but I’ve seen the training that goes into being a SEAL, and you guys are the toughest of the tough.”

“Thank you. I feel the same about firemen. I’d thought about going that route for a while,” Wolf said.

“I don’t think there are a lot of billionaire firemen, are there, Dad?” I asked.

My father and Wolf both chuckled.

“No, but there probably aren’t a ton of billionaire SEALs, either. Most people that don’t need to work hard wouldn’t choose such a challenging path. But that makes it even more impressive.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Dad. You’re going to give him such a big head.” I rolled my eyes, and Wolf pinched my thigh where my dad couldn’t see, and I yelped.

“You guys sure spend a lot of time together for two people that say they don’t like one another.” Dad raised a brow.

We did. He was right. In fact, I’d never spent so much time like this with anyone outside of my sisters. And even when he made me mad, which was often, I still couldn’t wait to see him again.

Maybe Wolf did need to worry.

Maybe I was capable of falling for the guy.

“Okay, I need to pack. My costume should be there. Did a package arrive at the house today?”

“Yes. A package came for you this afternoon before I left.”

“You’re dressing up?” Wolf gaped at me.

“Yes, my nieces and my nephew will be trick-or-treating, so, of course, I’m dressing up.”

“I can’t wait to hear what you’re going to be,” he purred next to my ear, and I knew it was time to get off the phone because his nearness was doing things to me. Things that I certainly didn’t need my father to be privy to.

“I’m going to be a sexy Rocky Balboa.”

Wolf’s mouth fell open, and his eyes widened. “Is there such a thing as a sexy Rocky?”

“I’m the female version. It’s mine and Dad’s favorite movie, and I’m wearing the famous white shorts with a red stripe and heels and a crop top.”

“You can’t make the Italian Stallion sexy. That’s just wrong for a multitude of reasons.” Wolf shook his head in disbelief.

My father swiped at his eyes from laughing so hard. “Remember the first time you told Mama you wanted to be Rocky for Halloween? She’d tried persuading you to be something else, but you held your ground. This girl has always had a mind of her own.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Wolf asked, his tone all teasing. “When all the little girls were being princesses, you were the Italian fucking Stallion?” He clapped his hands together as if it were the best thing he’d ever heard.

“Okay. I’m glad you’re both enjoying this so much. Trust me, I will rock this outfit.”

“No doubt,” Wolf said, and I liked the way he looked so relaxed and content sitting here on my couch beside me.

“All right, sweetheart. Call or text me when you get on the road tomorrow morning so I’ll know what time you left, please.”

“Oh, Mr. Money Bags here is letting me take the company helicopter to save some time, apparently.” I giggled when he poked me in the side.

“I see. For your enemy, he seems awfully accommodating.” My father quirked his brow.

“Good night, Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Be safe. I love you. Nice to meet you, Wolf. Thanks for looking out for my girl.”

Wolf cleared his throat, getting a little more serious. “Always. Great to meet you as well, sir.”

“Love you.” I ended the call.

“I like your dad. He’s a class act.”

“Obviously. The apple never falls far from the tree,” I said, and he flipped me onto my back and propped himself above me before I even knew what was happening.

“You told him I was the enemy?” His tongue trailed along his bottom lip, slow and deliberate.

“Well, you did tell the bartender I had two vaginas. You dangled my job over my head for weeks. You’re moody and cocky and such a know-it-all most of the time.”

“Yet, here we are.”

“Here we are,” I whispered.

Were those freaking butterflies in my belly?

Shit. Was I channeling my inner Thomas girl? My sisters got all fluttery around hot guys. I did not.

His mouth was on mine before I had another second to think about it.

My fingers tangled in his hair, and his tongue slipped in.

It was slower this time. Sweeter.

And I liked the way his lips felt against mine.

The way his body felt pressed against me.

He moaned into my mouth as we took the kiss deeper.

“Tell me what you want, Minx,” he said when he pulled back.

“You.”

He was on his feet and lifting me from the couch, tossing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. He slapped my ass, carried me to the bedroom, and dropped me onto the bed, making laughter bellow from my body.

“I’m yours for tonight.” This sexy-as-sin grin spread across his face.

“I can’t believe I’m going to sleep with the enemy,” I said, sitting up and raising my arms for him to slip my sweater over my head.